Always With Me Poem by Randy McClave

Though she never packed her clothes
And boarded onto the plane,
But, she was still with me, in my brain.
When I flew over lakes and oceans
To make my destination complete,
She was there, in that empty seat.
Whenever we had air turbulence
On the plane during the flight,
She was there with me, holding me tight.
When unto countries I have embarked
To explore their exciting land,
She was there as well, holding my hand.
While visiting castles and Shrines and old cities
And while walking there in honor and pride,
She was there also, at my side.
I have walked upon many stoned streets
But, never in sadness, but with charm,
Because she is there always, holding my arm.
Though she doesn't have a passport
To fly across any land or sea,
But, wherever I go, she is always there with me.

Randy L. McClave